Top Gun lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, what? (FredChillin)
Hit his top, yeah, yeah, like I'm—
Ayy (Brrt)

[Chorus]
Hit his top with this gun like I’m Tom Cruise
In that foreign car like Colton Harris Moore, how we be flyin' through (Skrrt)
Foenem hop out and give chase like J.P. Morgan if he slide through (Ayy)
And he tried to, big ass FN on me stand for Fox News

[Verse]
n*gga get popped up, ride behind them (Ayy, pop)
Five percent tints in this b*tch glocked up (Get glocked up)
Get a n*gga lynched like hung, I'm Baby Ripgut like, "Come here" (Like brrt)
Or I grab that .38, no shells to pick up
And that’s a bad b*tch, lеft his sh*t on curve when he had slid up
If hе pull through the block, get to blickin' the whip up, big ass metal it's pickin the V up (Skrrt)
Catch that boy out with his plug and then pull the plug on 'em, and f*ck up the re-up
This ho keep on sayin' it's all 'bout the money, but talkin' ’bout sh*t that she don’t got the need for
Like this b*tch really an A cup, but the b*tch wanna go pay for the B cups (Like what?)
Broke ass thots and weirdo hoes, they know I got a million flows (Million flows)
I wouldn't call that boy no robber ’cause the bum-ass n*gga stealin' clothes (Yeah, yeah)
We be takin' sh*t (Ayy), I laked that .38 my b*tch
Just take a dip, I had to toss that b*tch
I lost so many guns, no wonder I lost my b*tch (Ayy, ayy)
Make me call that blitz, make me call them n*ggas (Shh), run and go get that sh*t
In a tinted whip, if that boy try to push up, sh*t get pitch black
Get his sh*t cracked (Ayy), them lil' ass 22’s he shootin' Tic-Tacs (Grrah)
f*ck n*gga, b*tch-ass
Ayy (Bah)
[Chorus]
Hit his top with this gun like I'm Tom Cruise (Like I'm Tom Cruise)
In that foreign car like Colton Harris Moore, how we be flyin' through
Foenem hop out and give chase like J.P. Morgan if he slide through (Ayy)
And he tried to, big ass FN on me stand for Fox News
f*ck n*gga, huh, ayy